cooked in a hot pot and my feet felt like they were on burning coal.
Alas, after what seemed like eternity, we finally reached paradise! It was actually a small
watering hole with a few old palm trees. Everyone gulped down whatever this little “oasis”
could offer us.
As we continued our journey, I was beginning to wonder where we were heading to until Boss
patted me on my back and said, “Hey son, we’re going to the Great Gobi Desert Bazaar! Where the
streets are paved with gold, and the fountains are flowing with milk and honey!” And straight
ahead on the horizon there lies the great bazaar.
We could see hundreds of stalls overflowing with goods. There was a sea of merchants and
buyers everywhere and even at a distance I could hear the hustle and bustle of people haggling
over prices and trading with each other.
Suddenly Abu appeared from nowhere and said, “Watch yourself when you enter the bazaar
where everything is for sale!” He then disappeared into the crowd.
As Boss guided me through the narrow lanes, I struggled to avoid knocking over some
oversized pots and vases, placed precariously along the way.
I was spat at by some of the mean looking owners, most of whom were chewing some sort of
black gum. The narrow lanes suddenly opened up to a crowded big arena.
Boss went up to a plump man with a thick untidy moustache and said, “Here is my prize.”
Then the man said, “You need to tidy this rascal up.”
Boss then did some very unusual things. He checked my teeth and gums and took out a big
brush to comb my hair roughly. He suddenly squeezed my jaws and poured a big cup of milk into
my mouth, which is strange, as he’s usually very stingy with us servants.
He then ushered me into the arena. All eyes seemed to be on me. The plump man walked up
to the stage in the middle of the arena and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, what you see in front
you is one of a kind! Let me present to you Genghis, the best camel in Mongolia that can breed a
thousand other camels, let the bidding begin!
Before I could absorb what was going on, a banana hit me right between the eyes. It was Abu.
“You stupid camel! Do you want to spend the rest of your life breeding? Run for your life!”
So here I am today, a run away camel in the Gobi desert with my young master Abu,
occasionally pondering the illusion I had of being a human being. This was sadly shattered when
the giant mirror in the bazaar showed the two mega humps on my back!
